Admittedly, the notion of a vid hosted by an oversized, talking, turd-squatting insect is an appealing idea for our warped sensibilities. an oversized, talking, turd-squatting insect getting stoned on second-hand bong smoke and buzzing around pussy is even more amusing. However, High Fly -- while outrageous and innovative, in a minor way -- just won't be raising too many dicks. This can be blamed not on the performers but on the Fly's POV camera gag. It's no more than a gimmick, one which wears out its welcome 10 minutes into the tape. Imagine a light consumer videocam mounted on a hand-held pole, soaring to the ceiling... then dive-bombing in for gynecological close-ups in a single, stomach wrenching camera move. Imagine a thousand such moves, and then imagine trying to get (or remain) aroused. Add to the nausea factor the jaundice-yellow light flooding most of the interiors.

As one might imagine, there are a few scenes which are set in appropriately seedy locations, such as a morgue, or a crummy bathroom where Jamie Lee and her iris-like sphincter take a bold shot from Brandon Iron's even bolder cock. Being a Rob Black vid, expect to see her head dunked in the toilet, repeatedly. The director also makes a not-so subtle cameo as three guys wearing Rob Black masks force Nina Whett to perform a round robin b.j.

Bottom line: It just doesn't fly, and that's no shit.